“Where have you been all weekend?” Peyton asked me Sunday night. I baked chicken and made macaroni and cheese and veggies to go with it. It was one of those nights I felt the need for comfort food, and mac and cheese always made me feel better.
“I went out with Hunter.”
“Friday and Saturday?”
I nodded.
“How many dates is that?” she asked, glancing between me and the TV. We were watching HGTV, one of the shows about building tiny houses. Peyton mentioned more than once that she was envious of the people who could just pick up and leave. I always wondered how they earned money because they obviously didn’t have location dependent jobs if they traveled all the time.
“It was our second and third dates.”
“You must really like him.”
I nodded but didn’t elaborate. I didn’t want to tell Pey
